Miles leans against the wall as his arms curl below his chest, watching as Aaron hands you a spray can, an uninterested look on his face.

Except that he’s pretty much faking it. He’s always bragging that graffiti’s about skill, then his uncle leaves you alone to create, and you make his jaw want to drop.

“Well, the kid has some talent.” He hears Aaron tugging a smirk, but he’s in his own little world right now—who gsve you the right to be this good? Now he’s feeling goofy.